"By the rules of the keep, as attendant to a dragon lord,
"You will not be sentenced to torture or any extreme method of interrogation till My Liege says otherwise." Lord Decaron relayed to Neveah as he escorted her out of the hall.
"It is a little too late to play merciful, don't you think?" Neveah asked, pointedly glancing down at the silver cuffs that burned through her skin.
"All that is done is by the orders of My Liege, I have no answer to your questions." Lord Decaron replied honestly.
"Fair enough." Neveah accepted his explanation, Lord Decaron's words seemed honest enough.
"Where are you taking me?" Neveah asked after a moment of quiet.
Out of all the ascending rooms, Neveah noticed there was only one that went all the way down to the entrance of the dungeons.
